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Fantasy Delta Green ~One Last Night At The Opera~

The Faceless King

Most Likely Inebriated

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Deception is a right
Truth is a privilege

Innocence is a luxury


What is DELTA GREEN?
Good question, my friend. Very good question, indeed.

A long time ago, I asked that very same question of a fellow at the Library of Congress. I’ve been asked that same question maybe a dozen times since then. I’d like to tell you differently, but I handed those guys the same line of bullshit that I got served behind the rare-books stacks. It’s the same line you’re going to get today.

I suppose I could wax poetic. You know, like: “If the intelligence community was a family, Delta Green would be the uncle nobody talks about.” Or more accurately: “Being in Delta Green is like being on a garbage scow that’s sinking, and all around the water’s on fire.” Got that one from Tom Waits. After a few Delta Green ops, your life’ll start to feel like Tom Waits' tune. Except when I dream, I’m never innocent.

My dreams — now there’s a subject. They’re like a continuous reel of operational disasters; some real, some imagined. Up until three years ago I was mixing bourbon with prescription REM-sleep suppressants to get through the night. Then I had my first breakdown. A.A. was out of the question — what the hell would I tell my sponsor? What could I say to a therapist? I’d get diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic in minutes. Delta Green isn’t supposed to exist. There are no support groups for agents who unravel. I think we lose more agents from mental burnout than from physical casualties.

So, what is Delta Green?

The good news is, I haven’t begun lying to you yet. As your cell leader, I’ll get around to that sooner or later. You can count on it. You work for Delta Green and you can be sure at some point, someone is going to decide there’s some piece of information your cell doesn’t need to know for its mission, and it’s going to cost lives. I guarantee it.

The bad news is, I haven’t answered your question. And I may never. I’m not really sure I know the answer. There have been times that I thought I knew, and every time I’ve been wrong.

How about an easy question? Like, “Who am I?” Well, I’m just what it says in my file: “Special Agent Henry Dodge has failed his second psychological fitness review and, due to his near-suicidal disregard for personal safety, can no longer be recommended for field assignments.”

So, I’m a psycho-burnout fed with a death wish. Just the kinda guy Delta Green goes trawling for. Just like you’re going to be, unless you get killed first. Why would a covert government agency want a guy like me? Because only a psycho-burnout with a death wish would take a Delta Green assignment.

Did I say “covert government agency?” Is Delta Green a covert government agency? Well, yes — sort of.

Or, at least, once upon a time.

Once upon a time there was a group of men — back then it was almost all men — who could see clearly and who were willing to take responsibility to do what needed doing. They were called Delta Green. However, while doing what needed to get done, they did it wrong. Hence, Delta Green no longer exists. Officially, anyways. Not the way it did in the old days.

We still see, and we still do what needs to get done, only today if we get caught doing what needs to get done, we’ll be doing time. Because no one in their right mind is ever going to believe what needs to get done.

What needs to get done? For a start, books need to be burned, artifacts smashed into powder, and men need to be silenced. Most of all, the future must never be allowed to become the present.

You might hear rumors that the old program has come back. That there are agents and operatives with DELTA GREEN clearance who get tasked with missions that nobody else is allowed to know about. If anybody asks you about that, you don’t know and you don’t want to know. Anybody that you meet with that clearance is going to either turn you into an asset or plant you in the ground. They think they’re doing God’s work and that we’re just renegades and outlaws. They’re only right about the last part.

We have to keep all these things away from humanity. The second someone tells you it’s an official mission, that’s only because someone even higher up wants to make a score. They want to dig up a horror that doesn’t follow natural laws and bring it into a lab. They want to study it and turn it loose on the world. They’re dumb enough to think that they’re smart enough to control it. It doesn’t matter how many times that scheme backfires or how many people die. The scientists will get to look like geniuses, their corporate masters will make billions, and they’ll find a way to cover it up. The agents who did the dirty work get a pat on the back and a pass on the next round of budget cuts.

Worst of all, they tell themselves they fought the good fight.

We know better. Pretty soon you will, too.

Now we’re on to the big question: What does Delta Green want from you? Nothing short of the rest of your life.

Delta Green — the real Delta Green, not the code-word patsies in the DoD — wants you to pick up where I left off, doing what I’ve been doing for the last ten years. I’ve falsified official reports. Lied under oath. Planted evidence. Stolen and destroyed evidence. Stolen and destroyed federal property. Run illegal wiretaps. Abused the power and authority of my office. Gone AWOL. Committed arson, burglary, grand larceny, aggravated assault, battery, and homicide. On three of those occasions it was cold-blooded murder. And all in the name of doing the jobs nobody else can or will. Of saving lives that nobody else can save.

It ought to make me feel untouchable. Above the law. All it does is make my stomach churn and my head pound, and make me want that first drink so goddamn badly I think I’m going to crawl out of my skin. And the really scary thing is that once I’m taken off the FBI active-duty list, I’ll have even more time to devote to Delta Green ops. More opportunities to get pulled apart like a gingerbread man. More reasons to claw out my own eyes. More chances to collect a thousand more memories I don’t want to have.

And once you’re in, you’re in for life. You don’t retire. You don’t quit. Even after you screw up your career with whichever alphabet-soup agency you call home and find yourself with an early retirement, you’re still not out. Not ever. I’ve seen a guy out of the game for over twenty years get the call for one more Night at the Opera. Damnedest thing is, he just packed his bag, kissed his wife, and left with me without so much as a blink of hesitation. He was a good man. A goddamn good man.

It’s your own fault, you know. If that last case report hadn’t had that “paranormal bouquet” we never would have given you the call. You handled yourself well, though. You got the job done. You saw through what should be and saw what was really going on. And when that thing came flapping down from the stars, its wings sparkling with ice crystals it picked up from Saturn’s rings, you kept your cool and put it down. You covered it up well, too. You disposed of what couldn’t be explained, cooked up a decent cover story to match the forensics, and kept your mouth shut. You did good. It’s just that we know what to look for.

So, now you need to decide. Do you close your eyes to what you’ve seen and go back to sleep? Or do you come with this psycho burnout and do the impossible against the unbelievable and keep the future at bay for another day?

What’s it going to be? In or out?

Yeah?

You dumb shit.



Howdy there partner! If you've read this far, you're probably interested in the RP. Thanks for checking it out!

So, if you haven't been able to gather yet, this RP will be following a group of secret agents who work for a mysterious shadow organization called DELTA GREEN.

DELTA GREEN was born of the U.S. government’s 1928 raid on the degenerate coastal town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts, the covert agency known as DELTA GREEN opposes the forces of darkness with honor, but without glory. DELTA GREEN agents slip through the system, manipulating the federal bureaucracy while pushing the darkness back for another day — but often at a shattering personal cost.

So, if this seems exciting or interesting to you, stick around, we’d love to have you. I’m going to take a few days to get setup, so please be patient. If you have any questions, you can ask me or Sunstone Sunstone ; my COGM.

 
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Also, if people want to start working on characters already, send me a PM. That way folks can work on a CS while I collaborate with Sunstone on plot, and then when we're ready to begin, the take off will hopefully be smooth.
 
Just a question, what are the types of people that Delta Green would try to recruit?
People with connections, people who know too much but have useful skills, people who work for the government but are hinging on insanity, people who go looking, but aren't really sure what for. That sort.
 
People with connections, people who know too much but have useful skills, people who work for the government but are hinging on insanity, people who go looking, but aren't really sure what for. That sort.
Would they take in criminals? Maybe someone who's on death row but have some very useful skills?
 
Who's militia?

Hah, that was an open-ended question. I need to be a bit clearer but I don't know what I want yet. I was thinking of two possible choices, the first is an ordinary man who works for the National Guard on weekends, and the second is... a fundamentalist. I'm thinking of picking the first option.

I'll send you what you need to know. There is a questionnaire that you (your character) will have to fill out. It's like a psyche eval, but doubles as a CS to some degree.

Send me one too. It'll help flesh out my character a bit.
 
Hah, that was an open-ended question. I need to be a bit clearer but I don't know what I want yet. I was thinking of two possible choices, the first is an ordinary man who works for the National Guard on weekends, and the second is... a fundamentalist. I'm thinking of picking the first option.



Send me one too. It'll help flesh out my character a bit.
That's not really how the national guard works, but I see what your getting at.
 
I've never been to the National Guard and I don't know much about them...
So basically, The National Guard is a part of the U.S. military that serves both community and country. The Guard responds to domestic emergencies, overseas combat missions, counterdrug efforts, reconstruction missions and some other shit. Any state governor or the President of the United States can call on the Guard in a moment’s notice. Guard Soldiers hold civilian jobs or attend college while maintaining their military training part time. Your character would be going through military training on a certain schedule, but once you're National Guard you're National Guard full time, for a minimum of three years if memory serves.
 
So basically, The National Guard is a part of the U.S. military that serves both community and country. The Guard responds to domestic emergencies, overseas combat missions, counterdrug efforts, reconstruction missions and some other shit. Any state governor or the President of the United States can call on the Guard in a moment’s notice. Guard Soldiers hold civilian jobs or attend college while maintaining their military training part time. Your character would be going through military training on a certain schedule, but once you're National Guard you're National Guard full time, for a minimum of three years if memory serves.

King, have you ever been to the Guard before?
 

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